Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
EPMD,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Gories,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.